At 35 there are parts of me that I love and parts of me that I try really hard to remain civil with.
Up until about two years ago, my eyes were always pretty firmly planted in the "love" category.
But then something mysterious, and I'm convinced age related, happened...I began to have "creasing issues".
No matter what technique or product I tried, I would inevitably end up with my concealer and eye shadow creasing on my lids. Corey and I even developed a little sign language routine that would let me know during social gatherings if I needed to wipe my lids. I hated it. I'd get so fed up that I would take week long breaks from wearing anything on my eyes...trying to embrace a very natural look
Anyway, the very exciting news is that after hundreds of dollars poured into empty promises, I have finally found something that actually works...
Do you hear the heavens opening up and a choir of angels singing?!?!
*A hot lightbulb + cold water = shattered, dangerous mess.
*A $15 unfinished wooden nutcracker that HAD to be purchased but was discarded when painting it got frustrating.
*Two American Girl dolls, taken outside for a sledding adventure, forgotten on the slopes and left in the snow for days.
These unfortunate events occurred at our house recently.
Each were followed by a hysterical daughter...coming to me in tears.
And while I really REALLY could have gotten angry;
each of these exhausting messes were caused by my daughter's impulsive behavior,
I found myself filled with gratitude.
Gratitude that even after all we've been through together, in her time of desperation and regret, my daughter still came to me and trusted me with her mistakes.
I know that our future together will entail many adventures...some good and some not so good. And I am positive that I will not always be able to fix the messes that my daughter gets herself into. But I hope and pray that she will always feel safe coming to me...
even hysterically and in tears.
I love you, Soleil, even when you make messy, regrettable mistakes.